After numerous bloody sacrificial summons on Hive World One in the Dalavan Galaxy, Sestian had brought forth an astonishing number of daemons across the planet—more than ten million.
These daemons spread with the speed of a plague, bringing not only death, but endless pain and torment. When they appeared on Hive World One, a bloody, brutal slaughter and torture began.
The entire hive world had nearly one hundred billion inhabitants, but after months of cruel torment by Slaanesh daemons, the population had plummeted to less than a million.
It was not that the daemons had mercifully spared the fewer than one million survivors. Rather, those survivors were too tenacious and cunning. They played a planetwide game of hide-and-seek with the daemons, constantly evading their pursuit.
Faced with this situation, the daemons did not feel disappointed or angry. On the contrary, they became even more excited. They had discovered that playing cat-and-mouse with humans yielded more negative emotional energy. These Slaanesh daemons were not keen on one-sided slaughter; they enjoyed the thrill of tormenting humans.
This made the daemons look forward to what came next even more, because they knew this chase would bring them greater pleasure. Better still, they could continue tormenting the surviving humans, driving fear and despair deep into their hearts.
Deep within the Underhive, Sestian had been gripped by unease ever since the sun rose that morning, as though the shadow of death hung over him. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes held a trace of anxiety and vigilance.
Yet no matter how Sestian used his psychic powers to search, nothing appeared on Hive World One that could make a Greater Daemon like him sense danger. He frowned in confusion, silently pondering, *Where was this unease coming from? Why couldn't he find the source of